Good old-fashioned, puritanical work guilt is, for me, a better colleague than any Muse. If I reach my weekly word target by Friday afternoon, then the weekend is guilt-free.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Rarely do I attach guilt to something pleasant. Life's too short.
I kinda don't do guilt. I gave it up for Lent years ago.
Guilt is a supreme waste of time and energy.
The best restriction I learned was getting into the habit of doing something, even if I didn't feel like it, instead of running away from it. Sometimes good work needs to be earned, and when you can overcome yourself, the muse notices and celebrates.
I've also learned to no longer feel guilty if I'm invited out and don't want to go. If I start to say to myself, 'What's wrong with you that you're staying in five nights in a row to watch 'Forensic Files' instead of going out with your friends' I remind myself that it's what I need to do for myself at that point.
I carry lots of guilt.
I don't feel guilt. Whatever I wish to do, I do.
I don't do guilt. Whatever I do, I do it happily.
Guilt is cancer. Guilt will confine you, torture you, destroy you as an artist. It's a black wall. It's a thief.
Now, I don't want to get off on a rant here, but guilt is simply God's way of letting you know that you're having too good a time.